( breathing is difficult. thinking is even harder.
cloud is distantly aware of several things, mostly the way dolph jerks him off as he leans into him and the buzz of the city around them. there's something about this place that doesn't feel right, but all he can focus on is that ever-closing edge, his hips doing little work while his fingers squeeze tighter and tighter at dolph's wrist. maybe even hard enough to bruise.
he comes about half a minute later without warning, choking down the noise that seems to vibrate through him. it's muffled into dolph's shoulder, doing his best to keep himself standing even as he practically clings to him for the sake of remaining upright. )
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cloud is distantly aware of several things, mostly the way dolph jerks him off as he leans into him and the buzz of the city around them. there's something about this place that doesn't feel right, but all he can focus on is that ever-closing edge, his hips doing little work while his fingers squeeze tighter and tighter at dolph's wrist. maybe even hard enough to bruise.
he comes about half a minute later without warning, choking down the noise that seems to vibrate through him. it's muffled into dolph's shoulder, doing his best to keep himself standing even as he practically clings to him for the sake of remaining upright. )